About a year ago, on my biannual voyage to Ikea, I discovered these:
Packets and packets were piled in bins beside the checkout where I queued to pay for my toilet brushes, washing up brushes, table mats, napkins, hand towels and wine glasses.
Yes, it was an Ikea controlled purchase but it is fair to say I fell in love a little that day. These colourful snap and clicks are multiplying in my kitchen as I find more and more things I can seal up with them. Sugar, bread, spices, coffee beans, fridge food, freezer food all clicked and accounted for.
I give them to friends. I pop them into the luggage of daughters’ various. I enjoy choosing which colour to coordinate with foodage that requires containing. No ‘perfect’ home should be without them.
These clips were my household purchase of 2013.
2014 brought with it a broken dishwasher, a microwave that not only incendiarised a couple of potatoes but spectacularly self-immolated in the process and a vacuum cleaner that stopped sucking up dirt.
So my new Dyson vacuum became the purchase of the moment. Not only handsome it sucked with strength and venom. I almost enjoyed using it.
And then, Dear Readers, its suck lessened, its dust container didn’t fill, its mojo moved on. I was destrait.
This morning I could no longer pretend that I was ridding Casa Carmichael’s floor of any debris. With Mr C in the office and someone arriving to spend the night I have been forced to rid myself of glamourous pretensions and get down and dirty with the hoover.
This has been my last two hours:
I took every take apart apart. I blew. I sucked. I forced my eye to the aperture. No improvement.
Committed to the repair I hunted for and found the manual. The manual contains no words. For a verbal rather than a non-verbal reasoner this turn of events spelt secondary disaster.
I resorted to the good ol’ fashioned telephone and Lauren at Dyson service. We had a long conversation about the lack of suckage, the fact I thought half a christmas tree might be stuck in the pipe and my pride in already having managed to unscrew some screws. The unscrewing in itself had not however, resolved the blockage. I described my attempts to insert a drain unblocker. She suggested I desist with the sewage/limescale descaler and use my fingernails to pull the last little bit of the vacuum apart.
Wooh – these babies? I tried to use my nails and chipped one. I informed Lauren that nails were a no go and an engineer might be required asap. She informed me that he would probably be chargeable. I attempted the nail manoeuvre one last time. It didn’t work.
Then Lauren suggested a coat hanger saying it was her own tool of choice. I told her I thought she was brilliant but that rest assured I’d be straight back on the blower if an un-twisted wire hanger did not do the job.
It did the job.
I love my Dyson vacuum cleaner now that’s it’s fit for purpose again. I still adore my Ikea clips. I do not want them dating.
I shall now vacuum the house. After I’ve made some coffee. And taken some photos. And written this.
I am feeling rather pleased with myself.
50 thoughts on “Ikea and Dyson, A Perfect Storm”
Excellent – I am not alone in my obsession/admiration for these works of Ikea genius – beware imitations.
I have never ever looked at another 🙂
So my Sebo could do with an overhaul. When are you free?
I do so hope that is not a euphemism and euphemism or not my call out charges are extortionate.
I love those clips, been using them for years. Although mine come from Lakeland 🙂 I shall be sure not to let them get near my hoover – no Dyson here I’m afraid! x
why I didn’t think of the coat hanger earlier I’ll never know. The number of cars I’ve broken into………
thank you for showing what they are used for other than blocking vacuums- had a free one with a pack of seeds and wondered what it was. I use it instead to get the goop out of my juicer!
Oh Laura, the world’s your oyster!
about to buy a juicer. Is yours a goody?
cheap & cheerful from John Lewis a couple of yrs ago- it likes the fruit & veg delivered in small pieces.& does not do citrus! Serving me well on current weight reduction regime – imagination running riot with concoctions! (caution needed with windy beets and kale though)
:). I think I need to subscribe to Which and get the mother ship.
you are the only person I know who could write about a mundane piece of kitchenalia and make me laugh 😀
I’m moving on to the waste disposal tomorrow. Only jesting 🙂
I LOVE Ikea. Just wish we had one close to us (the nearest one is about 1000 miles away) 😦
oh no! That would be a BIG day out!
Hmm, I’ve heard bad things about Dysons. I’m still using a rather ancient but very efficient little vacuum cleaner from the 1970s…. !! Other cleaners were bought by my husband because they were newer, surely better…. But no, this little thing has seen them all off. More than fit for purpose. Apropos your new found clip thingies, I have had those from Lakeland for years….they look just the same. A great little invention.
I had an upright Dyson that had to be returned but happy with Sir at the moment.
I LOVE the clips 🙂
Is your hair long, Mrs. C? If so, those clips could also serve a purpose in holding your hair back whilst you repair electronic equipment.
I love your telephone.
do you know I was just thinking the self same thing re my flowing locks. Thanks. It no longer rings but is worth keeping all the same for style alone.
I have never been to Ikea. I’m worried that if I go in I might never come out, or even worse I might come out with lots of things I’ve lived perfectly well without for the last ….years but needed to buy. The fact that the nearest store is a 2 hour drive away helps too.
Well done on your self-sufficiency in the appliance repair department.
oh everyone deserves an Ikea experience – go for lunch. Their meatballs are great/
Thank you. Sometimes I even impress myself 🙂
I’ve heard the meatballs are good. If I ever get there I’ll let you know.
I’m there on Sunday with D #1 who needs stuff for her flat.
Can’t promise I’ll have the meatballs but if I do I’ll snap a shot for you.
Excellent. Virtual dining….
Oh yes 🙂
Mrs C: 1 Dyson: 0! Hurray for perseverance and Lauren and coat hangers! Mr Litlove came home with a Dyson for me when we had not long moved into this house. It was, I am very sorry to say, one of the few spontaneous presents he ever got me. However, on the bright side the machine itself was endorsed by Ranulph Fiennes and even signed by him. What he did with them on Arctic expeditions I shudder to think.
Ah my worst was ‘Tuscany from the air’!!!!!!! Think I’d have preferred a vacuum cleaner. No really.
A signed hoover is a wondrous thing. I think.
My mother used to call me Maintenance Ms, for my cleverness with repairing things. You are formally invited to join the club.
Marital bliss: The husband managed to dash both the oven and toaster oven to the floor last week and the damage was beyond the reach of Maintenance Ms. New ones were procured. Husband hung his head in shame. I pretend I am not pleased with the new ones.
O lordy I am grappling with the oven dash I have to say. Are they not affixed into walls/cupboards?
I do however understand your feigned lack of pleasure. Keep it up, Gal.
No, they’re not. Unless you live in a modern Western style house, ovens and such are counter top. The standard Japanese kitchen is rather stark. There’s a sink, a place to put the fridge and a slot for a two ring gas cooker, but that’s about it.
Thanks for the vote of confidence. I will do my best. I must admit, but only to you, that I like the new oven. The old one was forced air, a hand-me-down from a friend, and rather loud. The new one whispers.
Eda, the oven whisperer. It has a ring to it 🙂
Good job, Mrs C–on every level 😀
Reminds me of the not so clandestine relationship btw Lego blocks and the Oreck. An on again, off again thing until the Legos finally kicked that Oreck to the curb. 😉
same same but different 🙂
Ha ha!! Great post there Mrs C. I can but only concur with you on the Dyson / Ikea products. I love those little clips, they are truly a marvel. Can you believe that I tried to introduce them to Mother who said “oh, I can’t get on with those”. What???? What exactly is so difficult about them???
On the Dyson front, I had to relent and do the old ‘click and collect’ at John Lewis just after Xmas as previous small cheap sucky thing has never in two years picked up one dog hair. That job has been down to me on hands and knees with rubber glove scraping the carpets…ppfff. New Dyson is the most amazing sucky thing ever. Filled the thing up in seconds and realised I had forgotten what colour the bedroom carpet actually is!
laughed at your carpet revelation. I’ve forgotten the colour of mine due to Mr C believing it’s his wardrobe.
I too love the idea of not being able to get on with clips. Did you have very short hair as a child she ponders????
Ah yes, husbands and the old floor as wardrobe ploy… I hear you.
No, I always had long hair as a child and am wincing at the memory of Mother yanking said hair into a pony tail with a rubber band, catching those hairs at the base of ones neck. It’s been a difficult relationship ever since ;o)
OMG we’re twins!!!@£$%^&*
The old rubber band/poneytail scenario. Add the bird’s nest of hair under the rubber implement of torture and that was my childhood. Mum had to bribe me to have my hair washed.
Ha ha! Good grief, we must be related for sure. I still have a bird’s nest of hair though, and I’m 47. Uh oh.
Yes the invention of proper hair bands AND conditioner was a wondrous thing indeed.
The coat hanger works for me every time.
And for oh so many things.
Very clever take. You’ve got a great voice. I’m imagining you thinking about the great post you’ll have as you struggle to overcome the madness that IKEA and Dyson wrought. I’ve learned to avoid Ikea as I get lost in its labyrinth, and we are besotted with our Roomba.
Oh Lordy I am being forced to Ikea this afternoon on the way to Daughter #1’s flat in South London. She is not even dressed yet and I am getting twitchy for oh so many reasons one of which is that Mr C is flying to the States at 3.50 and he doesn’t seem to have packed yet – see ‘The (Not So) Secret Life of Mr Carmichael.
Thank you re the voice compliment.
Oh I’m with you all the way Mrs C… Chuckle, chuckle…Now I consider I’m lucky to have survived my one and only Ikea experience. After almost an hour of wandering around trying to A….find a way out, or B… find an assistant to show us the way out we had gathered a following of other bewildered shoppers going round and round the aisles (surely this is the 3rd time past that red dining room setting!!!) Then we discovered the way out was through the cash register aisles and we had not found any thing to buy….The café was a welcome sight….
oh lordy – lost in Scandinavian purgatory. I went with my daughter this Sunday gone and lost my ‘sunny’ disposition in the process.